[Day 1, more or less evening]
((from here.))
Who: One blindingly yellow Autobot. And uSUC.
Where: ...a warehouse. type. place.
What: Oh look, a computer! Let us see if it can reveal information!
Rating: BDSS for boyscouts don't swear, silly
Warnings: nah.
After having cautiously determined that the surveillance equipment was not linked to say, giant laser deathbeams hidden in the walls and triggered by movement, Bumblebee reverted to robot mode, approached the computer monitor and investigated it with all the sophistication of a horribly advanced alien super-robot.
That is to say, he poked it with a stick he'd picked up.
It didn't explode. That was a good sign.
The little blinking message also didn't change. Bumblebee eyed the monitor, eyed the wall it was mounted to, eyed the very obvious panels in the wall it was mounted to and set about hunting for some kind of console or keyboard or interface equipment. Which he found behind one of the panels. Keyboards were good. Keyboards were useful.
Not wanting to directly expose his systems to an alien program, even if it was possibly unprotected, he started hacking the old fashioned way, extended digits flying over the keyboard a thousand times faster than any human could ever hope to type.
Who: One blindingly yellow Autobot. And uSUC.
Where: ...a warehouse. type. place.
What: Oh look, a computer! Let us see if it can reveal information!
Rating: BDSS for boyscouts don't swear, silly
Warnings: nah.
After having cautiously determined that the surveillance equipment was not linked to say, giant laser deathbeams hidden in the walls and triggered by movement, Bumblebee reverted to robot mode, approached the computer monitor and investigated it with all the sophistication of a horribly advanced alien super-robot.
That is to say, he poked it with a stick he'd picked up.
It didn't explode. That was a good sign.
The little blinking message also didn't change. Bumblebee eyed the monitor, eyed the wall it was mounted to, eyed the very obvious panels in the wall it was mounted to and set about hunting for some kind of console or keyboard or interface equipment. Which he found behind one of the panels. Keyboards were good. Keyboards were useful.
Not wanting to directly expose his systems to an alien program, even if it was possibly unprotected, he started hacking the old fashioned way, extended digits flying over the keyboard a thousand times faster than any human could ever hope to type.